australian-musical-drama-films

"The Moulin Rouge. A night club, a dance hall, and a bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of night time pleasures, where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved. Satine. A courtesan, she sold her love to men. They called her the 'Sparkling Diamond', and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is…dead."

"I first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Harold Zidler or Satine. The world had been swept up in the Bohemian revolution and I had traveled from London to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris, was the village of Montmartre. It was not what my father had said. But the center of the Bohemian world. Musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the children of the revolution. Yes! I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and at which I believed above all things, love. But there was only one problem.....I'd never been in love! Fortunately, at that moment, an unconscious Argentinian fell through my roof. He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun."

"The Hills are alive, with the sound of music. With songs they have sung for a thousand years"

"Silly of me, to think y-you could fall in love with someone like me."

"Can't fall in love? But a life without love, that-that-that's terrible!"

"Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen- love is a many splendored thing- love lifts us up where we belong! All you need is love!"

"[singing] Come what may... come what may. I will love you, until my dying day!"

"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside, I'm not one of those who can easily hide..."

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."

"[singing] Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight. You're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me. And please, believe me when I say I love you."

"This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. I owe you nothing. And you're nothing to me. (scuffles to hold back tears) Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."

"Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End."

"Please tell me you're not another one of Toulouse's oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished protégés!"

"I don't need you anymore! All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me! He loves me, Harold. He loves me and that is worth everything! We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge! Good-bye Harold."

"Tell our story, Christian. Promise me. Yes. That way I'll... I'll always be with you."

"[Before kissing Christian] You're going to be bad for business, I can tell."

"The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home. The Moulin Rouge is my home."

"Christian, I'm a courtesan. I'm paid to make men believe what they want to believe."

"[singing] Love is just a game."

"I couldn't. I saw you there and I felt differently and the Duke he saw... Christian I love you. I don't want to pretend anymore. I didn't want to lie and he knows, he knows."

"Duke! Don’t you toy with my emotions! [fake sobs] You must know the effect you have on women."

"[singing] If I should die... this very moment.. I wouldn't fear. I've never known completeness like being here, wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you..."

"The Moulin... Rouge!!!!!"

"Everything's going so well!"

"The Duke holds the deeds to the Moulin Rouge. He's spending a fortune on you. He's giving you a beautiful new dressing room. He wants to make you a star, and you are dallying with the writer!"

"The show must go on."

"She says it feels so good, inside, when you hold her, and touch her; it makes her feel like a ... virgin."

"We're creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love."

"Hurt him. Hurt him to save him."

"A magnificent, opulent, tremendous, stupendous, gargantuan bedazzlement, a sensual ravishment. It will be: Spectacular Spectacular. No words in the vernacular can describe this great event. You'll be dumb with wonderment. Returns are fixed at 10%. You must admit that's excellent. And on top of your fee, you'll be involved artistically."

"My little sparrow is dying. She mustn't know, Marie."

"Welcome, to the Moulin Rouge!"

"Invest? Invest! Oh yes, well, invest! You can hardly blame me for trying to hide, uh, Christian away."

"Outside it may be raining, but in here it's entertaining!"

"Why would the courtesan choose the penniless sitar player over the maharajah, who is offering a lifetime of security? That's real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust, he will leave the courtesan with nothing."

"I forgot my hat. [seeing Satine passed out with Christian on the bed] Foul play?!"

"You expect me to believe that scantily clad, in the arms of another man, in the middle of the night, inside an elephant, you were "rehearsing"?"

"I don't care about your ridiculous dogma!"

"Satine will be mine. It's not that I'm a jealous man... I just don't like other people touching my things!"

"And in the end should someone die?"

"Generally I like it."

"You made me believe that you loved me."

"It's the boy, he has bewitched with her the words. Tell her that the show will end my way and she will come to me when the curtain falls...or I'll have the boy killed."

"Look, my dear! A little frog!"

"Let Zidler keep his fairy tale ending."

"It's a little bit funny—this feeling inside."

"I don't like this ending."

"How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Monfa."

"Killed. Killed? Killed! I must warn him!"

"Clean yourself off you bourgeois pig! [snorts]"